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Thursday, October 3, 2013

Billionaire Max Gray has one
thing on his mind – Kate Bergen. Ever since their hot and passionate kiss at a
fundraiser one night, his desire to own and possess her becomes all
encompassing. Goaded by his attraction for her, he whisks her off to Paris to
explore the scorching possibilities between them - especially the woman who set
him ablaze with just a kiss.

PASSION IS PARIS will be FREE for Kindle
from Monday, September 23rd to Friday,September 27,
2013.

When PR dynamo’s Laura and Eric
rush to Rome to contain a scandal involving one of their high profile clients,
their business trip soon turns hot and heavy when he unexpectedly shows up at
her hotel room and finds her wearing nothing but a sheer black robe. Overcome by
desire, he quickly sets about seducing her.

Will he finally, after months of
pursuing Laura, be able to break her resistance and make her
surrender?

Jenna Harper has it all, a
gorgeous and loving man, a thriving career, a busy social life and fabulous
adventures around the world. Life is indeed good. But all that is about to be
tested when billionaire Thorne Hamilton makes a confession that leaves Jenna
shocked. Will his confession tempt her to put everything on the line?

United By Books is pleased to have BELLA ROSS on the blog today so we can learn more about her amazing books........

1 ~ Can you please share with us a little about yourself?

Well in my previous career incarnation, I owned two businesses, hosted a syndicated radio show, lectured professionally and about three years ago walked away from it all. My life had become unbalanced, too much work and not enough play. I think we all get to this point eventually – what am I doing all this for? Am I happy? If not, what will make me happy? Back in the day writing is what I originally wanted to puruse, but as the saying goes “you have your plans and life has its plans and yours doesn’t count.”

2 ~ Please tell us a little about your newest release ?

My newest release ‘Confession in Vegas’ is about a moment in time when a confession is made, right out of the blue, from left field, never saw it coming, which can leave anyone speechless, confused and totally bewildered. Such a scenario lands at Jenna Harper’s feet and now she has to grapple with such a fateful moment. Not only that, but the one who makes the confession is none other than Billionaire Thorne Hamilton, and this folks, totally blows Jenna’s mind. Will his confession tempt her to put everything on the line? Well, only those who’ve read it know the answer…

3~ Would you like to share an excerpt with us today?

Would love to!

Confession in Vegas – Excerpt

Thorne Hamilton stepped into the grand ballroom of his Las Vegas hotel, and like a magnet, all eyes were upon him. He had money, charisma, and power. It all showed. He was thirty nine years old and he had the world by the balls.

Wherever he went, intrigue and curiosity followed. Being one of the wealthiest and most eligible bachelors in the world, attention of every kind was expected. Whether good or bad, effortlessly it flowed. He wished the bad kind would take a long sabbatical and let him be. But no such luck there. Wealth was a magnet for the unscrupulous, and over the years, he’d grown accustomed to the shenanigans of people and media alike. Not to mention the opposite sex. It made him weary, not of women per se, but of their intentions.

Unlike many of his contemporaries, exercising caution when indulging his libido was key. It kept him out of the headlines. With so much at stake, namely his image and reputation, carelessness was not an option. Choosing the right woman, at the right time, for the right reason was essential. And like a business deal, it had to be on his terms. Since he wasn’t interested in a prolonged affair, many accepted the rules of engagement simply out of the desire to be with him. This suited him perfectly. It kept that part of his life uncomplicated. With his mental and emotional faculties in the clear, it allowed for more focus and concentration on the business which he loved with a passion.

As the preeminent developer of luxury real estate, his work took him to remote and exotic places, where he built some of the world’s top resorts and casinos. His properties catered to the ultra wealthy, where they paid exorbitant amounts of money for seclusion and privacy.

Like them, he enjoyed his privacy too. He chose when and where he would avail himself to people, places and things. Frivolous socializing wasn’t his thing. Didn’t enjoy it one bit. So he would emerge out of his lair for professional reasons only.

Being a man of the world, he knew the fundraisers, dinner parties and special events were good for business. It was always good to keep the brand in circulation. And if that meant he had to suffer through a few hours of superficial pleasantries, so be it. Business always came first. His decisions, personal and otherwise, revolved around what was best for Hamilton International Resorts and Casinos. And sometimes what was best was to forfeit his privacy and don his billionaire persona instead. In light of that, attending Jack Carter’s birthday bash tonight served that end.

As his gaze wandered lazily over the crowd, he couldn’t help but take note. The guest list was stellar. Jack hadn’t missed anyone of importance. It was a who’s who from the world of finance, entertainment, media and politics. The right mix of players with enough money to buy a small country. He recognized many of the faces gathered in the grand ballroom of his luxury hotel, Oro Vegas, a world class hotel, casino and apartment complex on the strip. And like its namesake, Oro was certified gold. The premiere choice for those with discerning tastes and hefty bank accounts.

Even though the scene before him felt more like a gala than a birthday party, it didn’t fail to impress. The tables gleamed with brilliantly polished silverware. Immaculately dressed waiters circulated with trays of champagne. Light from candles and chandeliers glinted off the women’s diamonds as the ladies mingled, admiring one another’s priceless gowns and no doubt swapping stories about their children, diets, shopping and god knew what else. The music by a string quartet stationed at the opposite end soothed and enchanted. An elaborate ten tier birthday cake of white chocolate in the center of the dance floor commanded the room like a Michelangelo masterpiece. And soon, from what he’d been told, Oro’s resident DJ Ace Knight who would take over and kick this elegant birthday bash into high gear – Vegas style.

It was just like Jack to be over the top, he mused. The size of the man’s ego was hard to miss. His self importance evident everywhere, especially in the lavish details. His wealth unquestionable. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind just who Jack Carter was.

Belinda, the event director for Oro, had planned the party exactly to Jack’s specifications and she’d done a bang up job from the looks of it. She was worth every penny that he paid her. He would make sure to compliment her efforts the next time he saw her.

As his gaze continued to wander every which way, it finally settled on a young woman talking to Jack Carter’s wife, the hostess to this over the top shindig. He studied the young woman for a moment, as certain possibilities flitted through his mind, and waited for his instincts to kick in. He needed to feel the pull in his gut. As if sensing his appraisal, the young woman suddenly turned and locked eyes with him. He was taken aback. The look in them told him she was trouble.

“Not your type.”

Turning his head to the side, he acknowledged Kevin Warner, his right hand man and good friend standing beside him. Disapproval evident in his tone and manner.

“Is that so?” he said, sounding amused.

“I know your type man, and she doesn’t even come close.”

Thorne grinned. Kevin was one of the few people on the planet who knew his tastes and preferences on practically everything, including women. There was nothing that Kevin wasn’t privy to. The man was more like a brother than a friend, more a confidante than an employee. Their relationship may have started out as business but over the years had grown into a deep friendship. His loyalty Thorne appreciated, his honesty he highly valued. There was no one else that Thorne trusted more than Kevin.

The name had Thorne calmly looking around. “Where? Have you talked to him yet?”

“No. I wanted to run something by you first. I think we should approach him again about the Fiji deal. I can’t think of a better time to do it than tonight. I’m sure I can finally convince him to come aboard as an investor. What do you think?”

Thorne thought for a moment. “If you can pull it off, then yeah, go for it.”

“Excellent,” he replied, sounding pleased. “Well, I’d better get on the move.”

With Kevin off to conduct business, Thorne quickly retreated to the far side of the room. He stood back and observed the goings-on at the party.

With a final sweep of the room, he noticed the man of the hour across the dance floor performing his hosting duties without a ripple. Thorne watched him exchange a quick word, a smile, a kiss to the hand and laugh at a joke as he weaved in and around the guests with effortless ease. Only a lifetime of experience could do that. It was one of the many things they shared in common.

And despite all his flamboyance and extravagance, Jack Carter was one of the most respected businessmen in the world. And for that, Thorne had made an exception to put in an appearance. Otherwise he and Kevin would’ve been overseas tackling the details of their latest development, a fifty thousand square foot hotel complex in Morocco. But business, he’d decided, could wait for one night.

With his usual panther like gate, he began to move. It was time to mingle and grab a drink. He moved through the crowd greeting those he knew, making small talk, exchanging pleasantries and being mysteriously charming. Women fawned all over him, and a few propositioned him as he made his way to the bar. He was a magnate for such things. He knew he could sleep with any woman in the room, married or single, if he so desired. Women didn’t need much coaxing to open their legs for him, and he knew it.

“Macallan 25, neat,” he said, signaling the bartender. He scanned the faces of the women and waited for a pull.

Which one of them was going to attract him tonight?

Then he saw her. And his instincts kicked in. He felt the pull. As always.

Jenna Harper.

4~ What's in store next for your readers?

What’s next is ‘Deception in Geneva’ my fourth release which will be coming out shortly. It’s a mixture of suspense/a touch of the paranormal/erotic romance. The two characters Zane (mercenary) & Chloe (psychic spy) are quite a pair, both are intense and fearless. What unravels between them is quite dramatic and exciting. 5~ What's the weirdest thing you've ever done in the name of research?

Actually so far no research has been needed.

6~ What are some of your favorite kinds of stories to read?

Anything that involves an intense connection whether the genre is suspense, erotic, or paranormal, etc., it doesn’t matter. 7~ What is something people would be surprised to know about you?

I meditate. I have deep fascination for metaphysical subjects. I love to salsa.

8~ Do you sing and dance around the house while picking up?

Not really.

9~ Describe yourself in three words?

Organized. Focused. Creative. 10~ What is the most embarrassing thing you got caught doing?

I can’t think of anything right now. Sorry.

11~ How did you celebrate the sale of your first book?

With family and a bottle of champagne.

12~ What are the scenes that are the hardest for you to write?

I would say love scenes – I think many people believe it might easy to do – but its not. There really has to be a flow, a sequence, a build-up – I think that’s what makes a scene pop and click with readers.

13~ Is there anything special you would like to say to your readers while we have you here today?

I just want to thank every single one of you for your support, for someone just starting out, it MEANS A LOT!

ABOUT THE
AUTHOR:

Bella Ross is a writer
with many passions, two of which are writing and travelling. She wrote her first
book (a novel) at eighteen a la Jackie Collins. But back then, unbeknownst to
her, life was about to take her on a detour. As she set off on her new course,
her dream of writing took a backseat and herentrepreneurial spirit flourished instead. But after many years of
worldly pursuits, the urge to write returned and the time was right to follow
her bliss.

She believes it's never too late to follow your
dreams/bliss.

Her books/stories are her
first attempt at erotic romance. She loves the genre and its endless creative
possibilities. She likes pairing bold and dynamic (Alpha) men with sexy and
strong women – which in her opinion - make for a hot and sizzling combination.
With her love of travel, it is no surprise that her stories take place in
glamorous capitals or exotic locales around the world. It's the perfect backdrop/setting for her
characters to explore and indulge their lusts and passions, loves and
desires.

When she’s not writing, she’s
reading, or gallivanting all over seeking new inspiration, or people watching
while enjoying a latte at Starbucks and jotting down ideas.

She loves to hear from
readers, and looks forward to interacting through her various social media
channels. You can also sign up for Bella Mail to be notified about new releases and
promotional offers.

Blistering desert days
are nothing compared to the sizzling Sahara nights…

******** EXCERPT *********

"S'il vous plait." He
waved me to a low Turkish divan. "Come and sit, mademoiselle. I shall call for
coffee and then you shall recount to me all that is the cause of your great
distress." He smiled and settled his girth into a large leather-covered chair.
"I wish to know precisely how such a delicate English woman managed to survive
alone for months in such inhospitable conditions."

"I am not so delicate,
nor was I alone," I replied. "I was abducted and held
captive."

"Were you indeed?" He
lit a cigarette and then offered his case to me, but I didn't care for the scent
of the cheap Gauloises tobacco, having become accustomed to the rich aroma of
pure Turkish Murads.

"I suppose these
savages demanded a ransom for your release?" he asked and took a long draw on
his cigarette.

"No, he did
not."

"He?" His brows rose
as he blew a wispy cloud of grey smoke.

"Yes. My captor wanted
nothing monetarily."

"Is that so?" He was
silent for a long moment as his beady black gaze swept over me. The unspoken
implication and his lascivious sent a profusion of heat to my face.
Nevertheless, I forged on. "It is my belief, monsieur, that my own brother may
have intended to kill me."

"You believe your own
brother has intrigued against you? And where is he now, this
brother?"

"He is in New York or
perhaps Newport. He has a perfect alibi, of course, but I have evidence to
support my suspicions."

He nodded slowly and
then pursed his lips. "Then your abductor was an accomplice in this nefarious
plot?"

"No. It is not as
simple as that. As it turns out, my captor inadvertently saved my
life."

"Alors! This is
fascinating indeed. I wish to hear this tale en totalité, but first I shall
summon my scribe to record this story. After which, I intend to send an urgent
dispatch to the British Embassy in Paris. I assure you, mademoiselle, justice
will be served."

He stubbed out his
cigarette. "As to your abductor, I shall deal with this heathen dog, this
barbaric bâtard, personally." His gaze suddenly narrowed on me with a
disconcerting intensity. "You must tell me now, Mademoiselle Mayo, who was the
perpetrator of this…this… outrage to your person?"

And in that moment I
knew.

It was not the details
of my intended murder that had captured his interest. No, he didn't care at all
about me. He desired only to know what I knew—specifically, the name and
location of the force behind the simmering unrest—my captor and my lover— Sheik
Ahmed Ben Hassan.

Victoria Vane is a
multiple award-winning romance novelist, cowboy addict, and history junkie whose
collective works of fiction range from wildly comedic romps to emotionally
compelling erotic romance. Victoria also writes historical fiction as Emery Lee
and is the founder of Goodreads Romantic Historical Fiction Lovers and the
Romantic Historical Lovers book review blog. Look for Victoria's sexy new
contemporary cowboy series coming from Sourcebooks summer
2014.

Deep in the heart of
New Orleans, Acadian Wolves’ Alpha, Logan Reynaud, rescues a beautiful woman in
the dead of night. Intrigued by the mysterious human, the commanding Alpha is
determined to elicit all of her secrets, including her deepest fantasies. After
tragedy strikes, Logan discovers dangerous adversaries are planning an attack in
his city. Driven by responsibility and honor, Logan must protect both his pack
and the woman who’s captivated his attention.

Dr. Wynter Ryan, a leading virologist, is fascinated with her
charismatic protector. As the chemistry ignites between her and the dominant
Alpha, she relinquishes her ties to the past, embracing ecstasy and submission
within his arms and intrepidly acquiescing to her own adventurous instincts.
Succumbing to desire, she learns to trust her Alpha, discovering what it means
to be wolf.

Passion and mystery on the bayou stirs Logan’s wolf,
demanding he claim his mate. Yet Wynter’s a distraction he can’t afford when his priority is to lead
his new pack. Will Logan surrender to the uncontrollable need to
claimWynter as his mate? And will he be able to keep her alive, finding
the killer who threatens the Acadian Wolves?

Warning: This book contains several erotic
love scenes, including m/f/m menage, and is intended
for adult readers only.

Wynter barely saw him coming. Logan leapt across the room, and as
his body touched hers, she gasped. His hands pressed hard against the glass on
either side of her head. The masculine scent of him wafted into her nose and she
fought the instinct to rub her face against his chest. Oh God, what had
she done? How could she be so stupid as to challenge an Alpha? She really must
be sick.Unable to speak,
she held still. Initially charged with fear, she realized very quickly that he
wasn’t hurting her. The tension between them escalated with every minute of
silence that passed. And then she felt him, his nose grazing along the side of
her neck. A small moan escaped her lips.

At the challenge, Logan strode across the room, pinning her
against the wall. He had to smell her, taste her. Why would she deny her wolf?
Why play games? Logan
didn’t want to hurt her. Oh no. If anything, he’d like to give her pleasure like
she’d never known. But she kept insisting she was human. If she wanted to play,
play he would. She was wolf, and he’d prove it to her. But as her sweet scent
engulfed his senses, he began to lose control. His wolf clawed at his psyche,
begging to take the woman. Like freshly cut roses, the heavenly aroma was
familiar yet altogether unique and desirable, although her wolf lingered on the
edge; she was there, he could scent her.

In an effort to
prevent himself from ravishing her right there in his office, Logan plastered
his hands so hard against the window, he thought it’d crack. At the sound of her
moan, he darted his tongue out against her silky skin. He had to taste her. Just
once. Ah fuck, no; his wolf wanted more. Eyes feral, he locked them with hers,
taking her arm. He placed a small kiss to her palm before dragging his tongue
along her wrist all the way to the crook of her elbow, releasing a growl of
satisfaction.

Wynter’s heart pounded as he gently took her arm into his hands. She
shivered as he pushed up her sleeve and brought her delicate wrist to his lips.
Wet with arousal, she couldn’t break their connection as she stared deep into
his mesmerizing eyes. Oh my God. Wolf. Human. I’ll be whatever you
want me to be...just please, just take me.Wynter thought her knees would give out, except he had her pressed
up against the window. Lost in his spell, she responded by nudging her own hips
against his hard arousal as he tasted her skin.

Logan groaned as the territorial need to take her consumed
him. He needed to get things under control.Jax. Fucking,
goddamned Jax. His name
alone should have killed his raging hard on, but it wasn’t helping one damn bit.
No, he needed to separate himself from her before he tore her clothes off. He
closed his eyes and blew out a breath, but didn’t release
her.

Kym Grosso is the author of the erotic paranormal romance series, The
Immortals of New Orleans. The series currently includes Kade’ s Dark Embrace(Immortals of New Orleans, Book
1), Luca’ s Magic Embrace (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 2), Tristan’s Lyceum
Wolves (Immortals of New
Orleans, Book 3) andLogan’s Acadian Wolves (Immortals of New Orleans, Book
4).

In addition to romance, Kym has written and published several
articles about autism, and is passionate about autism advocacy. She writes about
autism at PsychologyToday.com and AutismInRealLife.com. She also is a
contributing essay author in the book Chicken Soup for
the Soul: Raising Kids on the Spectrum.

Kym lives with her husband, two children, dog and cat. Her
hobbies include autism advocacy, reading, tennis,zumba, traveling and spending time with her husband and children.
New Orleans, with its rich culture, history and unique cuisine, is one of her
favorite places to visit. Also, she loves traveling just about anywhere that has
a beach or snow-covered mountains. On any given night, when not writing her own
books, Kym can be found reading her Kindle, which is filled with hundreds of
romances.